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Daughter's POVThe church was dark and stricken in grief as people spoke condolences to me. Words that had no meaning, since they couldn't change time and make everything right again, but I acknowledge them with a nod and a sad smile. "At least they are trying," I chide myself at the thought of how pointless and painful this is as I push my way through the crowd. The evening was growing late, and the time was drawing near. Soon, Big Mama would arrive, and the funeral would begin. I couldn't wouldn't let myself crying for fear that I would lose all sense of reason as I tread upon the tears of many in search of a few people. The people that knew Carrot best, and I figure would be in need of my strength. For it was their tears, that I knew would be the deepest, and it was near the stairwell that I found them. Gateau at the bottom hugging his sister close, Tira near the bottom of the stairs peering at the crowd with blood-shot eyes, and Chocolat and Marron together at the top. One supporting the other as I look at Marron's pale face. The team was a wreck, but I didn't say anything about this as I slowly glide towards them as they gather at the bottom of the stairs.
My mind flick between the past and the here and now, as I saw myself not as I am, but as I was when I was a child. Pudgy and a bit fat, my wings were barely strong enough to lift me, and it was in this shape that I first met Carrot. A rowdy and spunk boy who came to my rescue every time the other children started to pick on my because of my wings. A smirk on his face, and dirt on his clothes he would just stomp his feet and puff out his chest a bit as he turned to look at me.
"You really should stand up for yourself," he lectured me as his put his hands together behind his head. "If you don't they will continue to tease you."
With a tear, and a sniff, I just murmur that I didn't care, and he just looked upward at the sky and whistle a little bit.
"Oh, well," he said after a while," I guess that means I will have to continue to protect you," and he placed his hand on my head and smile. It only lasted for a few more seconds as we heard the cry of my guardian, and when I turn my head to see in which direction the cry had come Carrot would than take that time to leave. Back then, he really was quite romantic, appearing in time to save the damsel in distress, but disappearing before I every got the chance to thank him. It was many years later that I discover his name, and by then, Carrot had seemingly changed. Goofy and a bit clumsy I could still see that heroic boy in him, but I never hinted it or gave it away in case it would spite the rage of the Misu sisters. I now wish that I had taken that chances and thank him for those days of protections, but now I never would have the chance. Never get to say, Thank you, Carrot.
I didn't even realize it as I took those few steps forward towards them that my knees had grown weak, and that my body was moving on its own. I was fallen towards the ground before I even realized why as I close my eyes expecting the impact, but it never came. Instead, I found myself in the arms of my love that press me close and held me for a long time. Like the breaking of a dam, my tears flow onto his shoulders, and he bare them without a word as Tira, Marron, Gateau, and Chocolat look on. They knew what I was going through, and made no move to come to my aid. They understood without us speaking a word that the comfort I needed most was in his arms, and so I never made it to my destination as I hung there. My dear sweet, Sirius, whom had been Carrot's enemy, had come just to comfort me, and I realize that once more I was being rescue, but this time I would not make the same mistake. As his grip on me starts to slacken with my tears I took that moment before I broke away to whisper in his ear," Thank You." With those words, he let me go and I release him, too, but he did not disappear or go away like Carrot did. He just stood gazing into my eyes, and he took his hand and softly wipes a tear from my cheek. He would never leave me alone, and I would never be lonely again, and a part of me hope as he moves to my side, that Carrot wherever he was could be as happy as I am now.
-----Dismay and tears
Anger and spite
Until now, I had never thought them right
Grudges and hatred
Hurts and pains
Till this day, I had never felt this way
Errors and blunders
Right and wrong, it's so unfair that you are gone.
-----His body went stiff like a board as my magic course through him. I could feel the beating of his heart start to slow, and I watch as his eyes started to roll back into his skull. A single tear trickles down his face, but I didn't pay it any mind. I couldn't pay it any mind, or I would have stop just because of the guilt I felt. Carrot had trusted me, and I knew he would have died to protect me, and this made the decision so hard. Yet, I had to remind myself that was why he had to die. He was dying now to protect everyone, and assure that the threat that rest inside him would near harm anyone again.
It had only been a few minutes, but I could already feel my body start to weaken. This spell was using a huge amount of magic, and more than likely those that were upstairs are feeling it, but I didn't worry. It was nothing uncommon in my using this much magic at a funeral, so none would pay it any mind. It had been only a few minutes, and I knew that he was running out of time. His life was quickly come to an end, and a part of me regretted it, but another part of me that had always been in the shadows enjoyed it. The power, the feeling of life and death resting in my hands, and as I watch him take his final precious breaths I couldn't help but smile. This reaction terrified me as I end the spell prematurely, and half stagger backwards. I couldn't believe that I was actually relishing the feeling that his death was given me, and I found myself look at my own hands as though they belong to someone else. Without a word I quickly retreat back upstairs. Transforming my horror into sadness as I near the top, and appearing before my loyal sorcerer hunters with only pity and deep seeded grief in my eyes.
